“I’d hope not.”
“Well, I don’t lie to you. Perhaps to everyone else, but not to you.”
She grabbed a large pot and filled it with warm water. She carried it over to the stove, putting it on to boil.
“So, what are you cooking?”
“I’m going to cook you my basil and tomato pasta salad. I love it. Lots of fresh tomatoes and sun-dried tomatoes. Basil. Black pepper. Cheese. It’s so good. I also add in some healthy leaves.” She went to the fridge and bent down.
“Each time you do that, I can’t control myself.”
“Get your mind out of the gutter. Sex isn’t everything.”
He caught her up in his arms. “Then clearly, I’m not doing it right.”
She kissed his lips. “Oh, believe me, you are. You really are.” She pulled him down to kiss.
His stomach chose that moment to growl.
“But, first, I’ve got to feed you.”
He sat at the table and watched as she prepared the tomatoes, basil, and leaves. She used small pasta shells and reserved some cooking water, draining the rest.
Dean and Eric arrived as she poured the pasta into the pot, adding the cheese and water. Lots of black pepper, and she gave it a stir. That was it.
For the first time ever, all four of them ate as if they were a family, and Micah couldn’t help but wonder if they could make this work.
****
Dean made his way down to the kitchen. It was late. He couldn’t sleep, and he needed something to drink.
The moment he entered the kitchen, he spotted Daphne. She wore a white negligee. Her long hair was pulled up on top of her head.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said, moving toward her back. He pressed a kiss to her neck before passing her. “Hot chocolate?” He saw what she was drinking and decided to join her.
“Yep. The best kind of drink for when you can’t sleep.”
“You can’t sleep either?”
“No.” She’d gone to bed on her own. He didn’t know if Eric or Micah had joined her, but he had a feeling they hadn’t, seeing as they’d all been disappointed when she’d excused herself for the night.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.
She shook her head. “It’s just been a strange few weeks, you know?”
He agreed.
“When I saw you three arrive, I was so angry that someone had let you book a room. I was tempted to lie and tell you all there had been a mistake.”
“What changed your mind?” he asked.
“I don’t like lying. I feel there’s enough crap in the world that I don’t want to add to it. Do you understand?”
He nodded. Rather than use a saucepan to make his hot chocolate, he found some of the instant powdered stuff. After putting his mug in the microwave, he clicked the number to warm it up.
“What about you?”
“I just couldn’t sleep. It happens from time to time. Not a big deal. Usually when we’re on the verge of getting a big contract or sealing a deal.”
“Are you guys still working?” she asked.
“We’re monitoring everything together to make sure we’ve all got everything handled and there are no problems. This lockdown is going to hit everyone hard.” What he didn’t tell Daphne was his lack of sleep was due to her and their current situation.
With his milk hot, he added in some sugar, a couple of teaspoons of the instant mix, and gave it a stir. He took a long sip and closed his eyes.
Delicious.
He opened the fridge and pulled out a can of cream, the instant-squirt kind, and moved to the table. He shook the can and added some to his hot chocolate, giving it a taste.
“Does hot chocolate help you sleep?” she asked.
“Not really. It’s a damn good drink though.”
“What helps you to sleep?”
He looked at her. “Do you really want to know?”
“Sure.”
He drank another mouthful of his hot chocolate. Getting to his feet, he rounded the table and went to her side. Dropping a kiss to her neck, he cupped one of her tits. “Fucking is what gets me to sleep.”
She moaned as he dipped his hand, moving right between her thighs, finding her already soaking wet for him.
“I love that you’re always ready for me.”
“Dean, please.” She moaned as he plunged two fingers inside her.
She shoved the chair out of the way, standing as she moved toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him.
He lifted her up, placing her on the table. The hot chocolates were out of the way, so he removed her negligee and had her completely naked.
“Now this is what I need after a long day. This and this.” He grabbed the cream, shaking it up and putting a small squirt onto her nipple. He flicked the tip, licking it right off. He did the same to the next one. Licking and sucking at her buds. Next, he did a trail going down toward her pussy, and he licked it all up until he put his mouth on her sweet pussy. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he used his teeth, biting down just a little before flattening his tongue against her core.
She cried out his name, her fingers going into his hair as she rubbed her pussy against him. He gripped her ass so tightly there would be bruises from where he held her. Sliding his tongue down, he began to fuck her with his tongue.
“Please, Dean, fuck me,” she said. “I need your cock.”
Releasing his pants, he worked his cock from the base up to the root. He moved toward her entrance and slammed in balls deep. They both cried out. Holding her hips, he pounded inside her.
“Play with your pussy, baby.”
She started to stroke her clit, drawing herself closer
